Once upon a time in a far away land, there was a woman who was barren, and her husband who was married to her. They lived happy. They were sad that they could not have children of their own. They decided to go see Prince Egypt and seek his powers.
Prince Egypt granted their petition and the woman was pregnant. As they left full of joy, Bull, the Royal Seer and Advisor, told the couple that they would have a young boy, but they must always cut his hair or the boy would die. The couple agreed and promised to cut the child’s hair every week.
As time passed and the child was born, the parents named him Absalom. The husband and wife found that Absalom’s hair grew very quickly. The weekly cuts were not enough and so the couple made the young boy wear a turban between cuttings. Absalom’s hair was truly beautiful though, and he loved it dearly. Sometimes, he would sit secretly by the river and admire his hair by its reflection. Unbeknownst to him, so did other creatures of nature.
Absalom grew big and handsome. He took responsibility for the maintenance of his own hair and before long; he was approaching his 21st birthday. In this far away land, it was customary for the son leave home on the 21st birthday, and so Absalom did.
He decided to build himself a home on the outskirts of town. There at night he would sit on the edge of town and ingest herbs so that he might reflect on his life purpose.
In the absence of his parents, Absalom had lazily neglected grooming his hair in favor of the dark tresses that sprung from his scalp. He got a vain pleasure from the beauty of his hair, and despite his parents warning he had stopped wearing his turban. One night, as he sat by the fire a strange gentleman joined him. The gentleman caught Absalom with his glory down and got as much pleasure from Absalom’s hair as Absalom himself. He was beautiful in stature and offered flowing comments to young Absalom.
Absalom loved the attention.
Absalom allowed the man into the privacy of his home and surrendered himself seductions of the stranger. The gentleman played among the locs of Absalom’s hair and before Absalom could stop it, the two were naked between the sheets. Somehow in the throws of love and Absalom unknowing entangled his hair with the bed’s head board. As Absalom danced passionately with wild abandonment he snatched his head back in ecstasy.
His hair did not break, the headboard did not move; he snapped his neck. The ride was over.
The gentleman stared at the dead body of his lust and wept. As he wept creatures of nature came to spy on the happenings of the one with the beautiful hair. As they saw Absalom’s lifeless body dangling from the side of the bed, they were possessed with desire to have it. Without attracting the attention of the gentleman, they climbed up the headboard and gnawed at the roots of the hair of Absalom.
They use the hair of Absalom camouflage themselves between the hairs of lovers and suck the soul out of those who choose to be seduced by the love of a one-night stand. To this day, the people of this far away land wrap their hair at night because of these creatures of the nature, Chooplas. As for the gentleman, he hunts the Chooplas and seeks to find all the hairs of the beloved Absalom. For once he has collected all the hairs of Absalom, he can resurrect him. Unfortunately, the gentleman’s eyes are clouded with tears for the lost chance to have the best orgasm of his life. His blurred vision and drive for passion drives him to rape and kill long-haired virgin boys in their sleep, constantly searching for fulfillment and strands of the hair of Absalom.
